Chapter 145: The Art of Faking Danger
Now he was the one rendered speechless.
The elf and the demon locked eyes for a brief second andthen both silently looked away.
Ke’Oth, the aforementioned fool, quietly shuffled into a corner and began to remotely conjure up a few harmless magical traps.
His actions flowed smoothly, as though that humiliating moment earlier had never even happened.
Thankfully, it was a critical moment and no one had the energy or mood to laugh at him.
Everyone simply chose to move on—for now.
Once today’s events wrapped up, they’d absolutely bring up Ke’Oth’s little blunder again, ensuring he achieved peak "social death" status.
Perhaps this was what love among demon colleagues looked like.
Meanwhile, Eoryun was still cautiously controlling his magic puppet, afraid that one wrong move would cause it to dissolve on the spot.
He’d heard about this kind of technique before, but this was his first time actually creating one.
In order to avoid wasting all his earlier efforts, he had to carefully manage his magic output. If it’s too much the magic puppet might be exploded.